Frowning, she pointed behind her. “I was in the shower. You weren’t there.”
“I’ve got two showers, babe. I didn’t want to take the chance of you running off from me.” He finished drying his hair, and she couldn’t help but admire his impressive, muscular chest. His Celtic ink suited him, decorating those hard, toned arms.
Her cheeks heated, and she turned away from him, not wanting him to see.
“Nothing’s changed, June. You used to like looking at me.”
“I still do.”
Killian pulled her into his arms. “I love you, babe. I’m going to figure this thing out, and then I’m going to spend the rest of my life loving you, raising our kids.”
“Kids?”
“Yeah, we’re going to have lots more.”
She laughed. “You’ve not even spent all that much time with our son.”
“I don’t care. I love him no matter what. I’ll do whatever it takes to take care of him.”
This was what she had hoped. It was like all of her wishes were coming true. Not in exactly the way she wanted them. The last thing she ever anticipated was getting shot, or finding out the man she loved was a killer. Still, right now, she didn’t care.
“Come on, let’s get some sleep,” he said, climbing into the huge bed. “I figured you weren’t ready to get naked with me yet, so I left a shirt for you on the chair.”
She kept her back to him, for no other reason than she didn’t want this to go any further tonight. There was no point in denying that it would happen. She knew there was no way she’d deny him for long. Her body wouldn’t allow it. Right now, she just needed to make sense of everything. Besides, she had never been the kind of woman to jump into bed with a guy within the first few hours of meeting.
It had taken Killian a week. A week of spending every waking moment with each other, and even then it was out of character for her. There was just something addictive about Killian.
Once the shirt was on, she threw the towel in the laundry basket, and climbed into bed. The sheets felt like heaven compared to what she could afford.
She didn’t argue as Killian pulled her into his arms, and snuggled in close.
“You smell so good,” he said.
“It’s coconut shampoo.”
“I know, but on you it smells even better.” He kissed her shoulder. “I love you, June.”
“Love you, too.”
June didn’t for a second think she could sleep, but she did. She drifted off, and slept like a baby.
The scent of coffee woke her up the following morning. Rolling over, she saw it was a little after eight. Getting up, she rushed out of the bedroom, and found Killian standing with a cup of coffee, and a cell phone.
“She’s right here, bud. Do you want to talk to her?” Seconds passed, and th
en he held out the phone. “Our son is on the phone.”
There was no time to think as she took the phone, and the coffee. “Hey, honey,” she said. Living with Killian Junior for ten years, she was used to being pulled in every direction. Her son had a very lively personality. And having a father could only be a benefit.
“Hey, Mom, this is so awesome. Bain is amazing, Mom. I mean seriously. I didn’t know you had friends like this. He’s totally wicked, and he’s got this video game that lets you shoot people, and Scarlett, his wife, she made the most amazing waffles with syrup. It’s great.”
“Wow, sweetheart, that’s fantastic.” She looked toward Killian who had two thumbs up.
“Yeah, totally awesome. I’m playing this shooting game, and Bain says I’m a natural. I’m like my dad, isn’t that great?”
“Erm, that’s wonderful, honey.”
“Say hi to Dad for me. Got to go. Love you, bye.” He hung up, and she was left staring at the phone.